Well, as you could also expect, I've always called 10% of my after tax income "tythe".

We have a "beer pool" weekly draw in our office. There are 20 members and we all have our own number, between 1 and 20. We all put in 2 dollars every week. A draw is made from a bag containing the numbers 1 - 20 on them. The number drawn wins the pot of money for the week - which must be spent on beer.

Now....when we go around collecting the 2 dollars from each person before the draw, the term shrapnel is commonly used as some who havent won it for a while have a bitter and twisted attitude and say "oh you can have all this sharpnel as im not going to win it anyway!!" and put in 2 dollars worth of dimes and nickels - we even call the one guy the shrapnel king! To be fair he hasnt won many times so hes all bitter about the whole thing now! Lol!!

Im not sure if they knew the shrapnel term before, maybe they got it from me.

Shrapnel is a term used by our family, passed down from grandparents, to parents, to us.

I use a simpler word.

Shoes.

Seriously, how many pairs of footwear does a woman really need?

Not many. Some winter boots for walking, some winter boots for everyday, some sandals for summer, muckers for gardening, walking shoes, swimming shoes, running shoes, posh shoes for daytime, posh shoes for nighttime, slippers of course. Driving shoes come in handy too.

You are not really telling us everything, are you?

My male sixth-sense tells me that you have more pairs of footwear than that.

And want more.

Ackshally, shoes don't do it for me and as I never go anywhere I don't need many. I have one pair of boots, a couple of pairs of Sketchers, Birkenstocks, and gardening shoes. That's it.

However I do like a nice handbag or two.

I have always used Shrapnel. I worked in a Pub when I was younger, an elderly Gentleman ordered a pint, as I was pouring it he started to count out a handful of change. I said to him that I was grateful for the Shrapnel as the till was short of change and the manager wont be back for an hour or so. He smiled and pulled out his driving license......His name was Mr Shrapnel